My ego is feeling very bruised by your indifference.

[ It's not. But have one more verbal elbow for the hell of it.

Which is about as much as he offers in retaliation for the jab. At least Claude poking at him is something to focus on, something to push the panic a little further away. Yeah, this place is pretty terrible and he's already feeling his skin crawl from the sensation of being trapped in the dark again. But he's not alone. And he latches onto the sound of Claude's voice like the familiar comfort and lifeline it absolutely is. ]

I'm fine, Claude. Not bleeding to my death. Promise. And I'm pretty sure I stabbed several of them. Maybe it'll give the others some clues when they come looking. [ A pause, as he gives a slow exhale and tries to uncurl himself from around his knees, leaning back against the rock wall behind him instead. His head tips back, eyes gazing unseeingly up into the darkness hovering over their heads. ] How long do you think we've even been gone? I have no idea how long I was out for. A while, I think.